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letra de fell in love - glock jones

[producer tags and intro]

i fell in love with the streets and selling coke and making flips
fell in love with spinning blocks and hopping out and dropping sh-t
fell in love with being a shooter n-gga imma work my stick
im in jail im toting a knife im on the streets im blowing switch
free yb he fell in love with putting drac’s on n-ggas rip
say she love me i ain’t no dummy trust no b-tch ’cause you get tricked
see yo b-tch all on my line im bout to tell her bring it in
fell in love with this tresha she got me cheating on my b-tch

too many cars in too many spots
its too many glocks and too many shots
ain’t f-cking with n-ggas ’cause too many hot
go spin up the opps and tell ’em get back
they sent me a one and im bringing that drama [?]
the opps gon go bout me like osama
running with k!llers and stepping with robbers
diamonds they hitting i got ’em from ghana
fell in love with fast cars
i fell in love with f-cking these b-tches
when i spin among them lights
i fell in love hittin n-ggas wit switches
i fell in love with making up sales
fell in love with playing them buildings [?]
think my n-gga tryna backdoor me probably not i ain’t really feel him
im just playing the hand i was dealt
when i touch down n-ggas getting the belt
soon as i hit hot sh-t what he felt
walk in the trap all crack what i smelt
im a loner i don’t trust you
that geographic this the jungle
man don’t like you n-ggas f-ck you
cut me a knife out the desk imma buss you [?]
ain’t count my shots its too many coming
don’t come on that one its too many youngins
but now we riding its more than a hundred
just put like 20 on my wrist it ain’t nothing
just went to the hole im up all night
better pop me a (ugh) and im jamming all night
tell all the opps we blamming on sight
i fell in love with living that life
this ain’t no za im smoking aux [?]
high off hilton high as sh-t [?]
im a perpin mother f-cker i drop bombs on n-ggas rips
h-llcats and srts tell s-xxy red im throwing d-ck
next rapper do a show inside my city gotta get flipped
if you tell n-gga you hot if you backdoor then you a snake
showing love will get you k!lled not showing love they call you fake
bout to go make something shake
you hear sum loud sh-t that’s that drac
he on trial for a murder waiting for deliberation
im that n-gga
i fell in love with the streets and selling coke and making flips
fell in love with spinning blocks and hopping out and dropping sh-t
fell in love with being a shooter n-gga imma work my stick
im in jail im toting a knife im on the streets im blowing switch
free yb he fell in love with putting drac’s on n-ggas rip
say she love me i ain’t no dummy trust no b-tch ’cause you get tricked
see yo b-tch all on my line im bout to tell her bring it in
fell in love with this tresha she got me cheating on my b-tch

[ending]

- glock jones

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